She Married Cuckold.Threesome Wedding Night

The wedding day had finally arrived for Natasha and her beaming groom, Alexei. They were the embodiment of a fairy tale couple, with Natasha stunning in her lace white gown and Alexei dashing in his tailored black tuxedo. The ceremony was a dream, held under a flower-adorned gazebo as friends and family looked on in wonder. But the real magic was yet to come – their wedding night threesome.

Natasha had always been a naughty girl at heart, secretly fantasizing about acting out her cuckquean fantasies on her wedding night. While Alexei remained blissfully unaware, Natasha had been planning the sordid details in the lead up to the big day. She had even taken the liberty of placing an advertisement online, seeking “the perfect stud” to join them as the cherry on top of their wedding cake.

Their hotel suite was a lavish affair, with champagne on ice and rose petals strewn across the king-sized bed. The OnlyFans notification pinged on Natasha’s phone, alerting her that her “gift” had arrived. She buzzed the mysterious man in and anxiously awaited his arrival, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

A sharp knock at the door and the doorman announced their surprise wedding guest – Dima, a towering specimen of masculine perfection. Natasha’s jaw dropped as her eyes drank in his chiseled physique, bulging muscles straining against his tight shirt. He oozed confidence and raw animal magnetism, setting the temperature in the room ablaze.

The tension between them was palpable as they engaged in flirtatious small talk. Alexei, meanwhile,Noticeably uncomfortable and at a loss for words, stammered some awkward pleasantries before excusing himself to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, leaving the two love birds to their devices.

Dima wasted no time in seducing Natasha, his large hands roaming across her curves and paying special attention herO “You Obviously Sensitive erogenous zones as he whispered filthy promises into her ear. Natasha melted into his touch, her inhibitions dissolving by the second. Before long, her manicured fingers were frantically unbuttoning his shirt as his tongue explored her mouth, devouring her with reckless abandon.

Lost in the throes of passion, Natasha dripped with arousal, her panties soaked through. It was clear that this gorgeous stranger was going to fuck her senseless and there was nothing Alexei could do to stop it. The thought of betraying him, of letting another man claim her on their wedding night, only intensified the excitement coursing through her veins.

Picking up on her desperation, Dima scooped Natasha up in his strong arms and effortlessly carried her over to the plush carpeted floor. She moaned in delight as he ripped her satin panties clean off with his teeth. His pulsing member sprang free, harder and longer than anything she had experienced before. Natasha licked her lips hungrily, lust clouding her judgment.

It was only then that Alexei chose to return, cigarettes puffing away as he made his way back into the room. He froze, cigarette dropping from his mouth, as the scene unfolding before him registered. There stood his beautiful wife,ставшая сент вкусным erotic dessert, dress hiked up to her waist and legs spread wide, awaiting penetration. And there was Dima, towering over her like a sex god, proud erection jutting out like a baseball bat, ready to plunder his prize.

Alexei recoiled, humiliated, as Natasha giggled and beckoned him closer, patting a spot on the floor beside her. “Why don’t you join us, husband?” She purred, licking her lips seductively. “I know how much you love watching me get defiled.”

Mortified but transfixed, Alexei complied, sinking down next to the debauched pair and slowly removing his clothes. His small, pathetic member poked out pathetically as he watched his wife’s lips wrap around Dima’s throbbing cock. She took him dangerously deep, jerking and sucking with slurping noises filling the room. Natasha moaned like a whore as Dima pistoned his hips, pushing further and further into her eager throat.

“Oh God,” Natasha gasped when he finally released her. “I need your big cock inside me.” In one swift movement, she rolled onto her back and lifted her satin gown, revealing her dripping bald pussy. Alexei whimpered pathetically at the sight, realizing just how inadequate he truly was.

Dima didn’t hesitate, swiftly penetrating Natasha’s tight hole. “Yesss!” She hissed, relishing the sensation as he stretched her to the limit. “Fuck me with that big cock!” Her requests grew more obscene as Dima began hammering into her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. Natasha’s juices flowed like a river as the stud pumped her full of raw, bare cock.

“Ohhh….more!” Natasha begged, throwing her legs around him and threatening to break his back. Dima obliged, giving the defiled bride the fucking of a lifetime as angry red handprints bloomed on her milky thighs. He grunted and growled, muscles flexing as he unrelentingly pounded her g-spot while she squirted in ecstasy.

Alexei could only watch in devastated humiliation as another man claimed his wife, using her like a cheap fucktoy. Natasha turned to him, licking her lips as a string of saliva connected her mouth to Dima’s cock. “Don’t you want a taste, BETA?” She taunted, grabbing his head and shoving him towards the used cunt. Alexei lapped obediently at the mix of pussy juice and cock slime, pining for Dima’s approval.

The rough pounding continued until Dima finally erupted, shooting what felt like a gallon of virile seed deep into Natasha’s fertile womb. “Fuck yes!” Natasha screamed, coming undone onto his thick shaft. “Knock me up, you fucking beast!” Alexei whimpered, frantically jerking his pathetic dick as the stud filled his wife with his potent seed.

When it was finally over, Natasha sprawled across the carpet, completely used and satisfied. Dima gave her a final pat on the head before gathering his clothes and sauntering out the door, eager for his next conquest. Alexei dropped to his knees, crawling over to his wife and gently placing a kiss on her cum-filled cunt. “Thank you,” he whispered, tears streaming down his face. It was going to be a long night – their honeymoon stretch.extend

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